The Battlefield of Vanities
The Battlefield of Vanities
In Rhymtic, where the public of pride
Beats loud in opposition to the quiet side,
Egos soar like corner Kings, Queens,
Talkin' validity with heavy swings.
Steel-tongued verses bash the air,
Lines cut deep like a group came prepared.
Shadows arch, but the valorous don't yield-
Every word a weapon, the vanity Battlefield.
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